It was just a thought.

I'm not worth it. I'm not worth even the smallest of things. The tiniest of inconveniences simply cannot be done. Because I'm just not worth it. Sometimes I wonder what I am worth. But when I try to think of something, I come up with nothing. I'm not sure that there is someone more worthless than me in all the world. Every fiber in me screams for someone to love me. To care. Just once. Every fiber in me wants to fall apart because no one does. I'm worthless. I'm trash. Nobody has been so worthless in the history of time. Even the bugs in the dirt beneath my knees have more of a purpose than I do. It's times like these where I wonder why I even bother. Every breath I breathe is purposeless. Every beat my heart makes is just a waste. I'm just a waste. It's times like these where I think it would just be best if I didn't exist at all. Anymore. I think it's for the best.